Malcolm Gladwell sure can write, but did you know he can act? I’m not saying I intend to take the credit for discovering this, but I’m not saying I won’t either. … More Dear Malcolm Gladwell (and me)
Though life in Waterloo moves on without me, it always seems to make room to let me back in, and then some. … More Home again
Oh, the adventures a plain old Wednesday can bring. The magic is everywhere. Work was never quite this much interesting back home. … More The Sheepdogs and me, on a Wednesday afternoon
Expect the unexpected I say, even in a library. What happens inside them is morphing with the times, and so am I. … More A day of new normal
My teeny subterranean flat in Halifax’s North End neighbourhood might be a lot more than just a place to live. … More Another day in paradise
A phone call is still the quickest way back when you’re far from home. Magic lives at the other end of the ring. … More Figuring out home
The boys are back in town! Four 23 year old six+ footers squeeze into the Halifax cave. For a week. Hello fun. … More Girl living in boyland, redux.
Turning 55 is easy. It’s everything that came before that was hard. … More Happy 55 and counting… up.
The best way to get to know anywhere is by feet, even Toronto. My feet found the lake and plenty more along the way. … More Toronto by feet.
If I’ve learned anything in my almost-55 years on earth, it is to not turn my away from grief. So, in this post, I don’t. Mourning is normal, natural and necessary, and eventually, it will give way. … More Endings